A New Year’s Prayer to Make Our Own

Wean me from all evil, mortify me to the world, and make me ready for my departure hence animated by the humiliations of penitential love.  My soul is often a chariot without wheels, clogged and hindered in sin’s miry clay; Mount it on eagle’s wings and cause it to soar upward to thyself.

-Puritan Unknown

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